IS IT LOVE OR IS IT PASSION/ THERE ARE MANY TERMS; MANY RATIONS/ THERES THE DEEP-INDESCRIBABLE FEELING IN WHICH YOU ADD THE CAPTION/ I’VE BEEN THROUGH IT ALL: JOY, PAIN, LUST AND COMPLETE/DEFEAT/ BUT I’VE NEVER SHOWN MY DEEPEST COMPASSION/ I FEEL SO OBSESSED/ MY SPIRIT, SO SURPRESSED/ I LONG TO SAY I’M IMPRESSED/ BUT YET/ IM THE EXACT ANTONYM: DEPRESSED/ AT LEAST THATS HOW MY HEART FEELS/ BECAUSE ITS CONSTANTLY TRANSITIONING FROM FANTASY TO NIGHTMARES, DRIFTING INTO REALITY AND YET IT MANAGES TO CONCEAL/ TRAP THE REAL/ PAIN INSIDE/ AND I/ DISREGARD THE TEARS FROM MY EYES/ BECAUSE MY PRIDE/ REFUSES TO LET THE PAIN-DRIVEN LIQUID FLOW DOWN FOR A RIDE/ ON MY EXTERNAL I SMILE/ ON MY INTERNAL I’M FRAGILE/ ALL THE WHILE/ MY SOUL IS ON TRIAL/ IT HAS PLEAD GUILTY; GUILTY TO PAIN/ SO THE JUDGE THREW IT BEHIND METAL BARS AND SECURED IT TIGHTLY TO CHAINS/ I ALWAYS HEAR IT CALLING OUT THE NUMEROUS NAMES/ THE NAMES OF THE FEMALES WHO SET IT UP FOR A FRAME/ I THOUGHT I WAS IN LOVE O SO MANY TIMES/ BUT I ALWAYS FAILED TO LOOK; TO SEE BETWEEN THE LINES/ AS MY SPIRIT, MIND, BODY, AND SOUL SEARCHES YET AGAIN IN AGAIN IN A TIME OF DESPERATION, I BEGIN TO REALIZE/ THAT EVERY TIME I FEEL FOR A SOUL, MY HEART GETS PARALYZED//